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The rain in Washington State was intense and bipolar. It stays just tolerably cold except when it pours down rain that you can barely see through, barely move through. Then, it feels freezing, almost like your bones and joints have all locked together and you can't do anything.
So, when it happened to my best friend Lyra when she was trying to take the bus home from my house, I didn't even notice because we've lived here our whole lives and I thought she'd be fine. 35 minutes later she calls me, I realize now the difficulty that probably took, and tells me she can't move because of the cold and she can't take the bus home. Oh, how dramatic is she, I thought, but took my car and got her anyways. About a four minute walk from my house, a bus stop with no shelter or sign, but there used to be, and it was never removed from the route. I pick Lyra up and immediately I can tell she wasn't being dramatic at all, her face has a blue tint and her fingertips as well, and she's shaking like a dog.
"Lyra why did you have to wait for so long, the bus didn't come?" I asked incredulously, thinking maybe the bus just didn't stop for her or something.
"No it came but the driver didn't see me through the rain, I barely saw him." She told me, trying to keep herself from shaking as much.
I didn't really respond to her as we pulled back into my driveway, and I cranked the heat up before telling her I'd be right back. I went inside and quickly grabbed one of our larger umbrellas, and checked my roommates room to see if he was there. He wasn't.
“Lyra, I got you, come inside.” I said after I opened the passenger door for her, resting the umbrella on top of the car to avoid a gap in which rain could come through. Once I got her inside, I put her on the couch and turned on the heated blanket for her while I ran a scalding bath.
“Y'know, you’ve always been so very kind to me.” Lyra told me quietly, after a few minutes of us sitting on the couch together.
“Where's this coming from?” I kind of laughed nervously when she said this, she's never been the type to acknowledge our love for each other.
“I've been thinking about you more recently, and I dunno, you're just. Such a perfect companion.”
Lyra’s words did make thoughts pop into my head, ideas run around. I pushed them back.
“i think you're a lovely companion too, Lyra. I ran a bath for you, I think it's full now.” I tried changing the subject. It kind of worked.
“Really? Thank you.” She breathed with relief that I couldn't see, and I smiled at her and cocked my head towards the bathroom door, letting her know she's free to have her bath and collect herself. Lyra looked around herself at the door, and back at me, before gently clearing her throat.
“Hey, could you help me? My clothes are kinda stuck to me from the rain and I feel frozen.” She looked at me again hopefully, not really knowing what I would say.
“Help you, undress?” I asked, trying not to obviously gawk at her request.
“If it isn't uncomfortable for you then it isn't uncomfortable for me.” She laid logic down for me and I didn't want to say no anyways. I stood up first and offered my hand to help her up, and when she did stand she steadied herself with a hand on my waist. Which sent more thoughts and ideas running around in my mind. I pushed them back down again.
“What goes first?” I ask, trying to let her be in control of the situation.
“Shirt please.” She said quietly.
I gently took the bottom hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up underneath her chest, adjusted in the back, and pulled each arm out before fully pulling the shirt over her chest and head.
“What next?”
“Bra.”
I turned from where I hung the shirt to dry on a towel rack and looked at her face, much less blue, just as beautiful, with a very small smirk on her face. She thought this was entertaining.
Without question, I stepped closer to her and unclipped three prongs holding her bra together in the back, my head hovering over her shoulder as I struggled with clothing I didn't ever need and didnt know how to undo. She turned her head slightly closer to my ear, and gently whispered to me,
“You’re very good at following my instruction.” So quietly I had to question if I was imagining things. I didn't answer her, and pulled the straps of the bra off her shoulders and off her body. I tried not to stare, but she obviously saw me look at least once, because she wrapped her arms around my head, resting her elbows on my shoulders.
“If you like what you see, you’re allowed to do more than just look”
Absolutely speechless, I just stared into her eyes, hoping she’d continue speaking so that I didn't have to. She pulled my head closer to hers and rested her forehead on mine.
“Do you like following my instruction?” She asked me, using her full voice.
Without thinking I immediately told her yes, I did.
“Would you like more instruction from me, honey?”
My eyes widened at the pet name she chose, she’d never once called me anything but my name and occasionally ‘asshole’. Again, I very quickly told her I did want more instruction.
“Kiss me. Like you're hungry, like you could never get enough of me.” She demanded in a much sterner tone. I tilted my forehead back down and kissed her gently, licking her lips and trying to savor the moment, going slowly.
She broke away very suddenly and backhanded me in a way that looked like it would hurt when its coming at you, but I only felt a very small sting.
Unrelated, I also felt my jeans grow.
“Follow my instruction.” She said simply.
And I did, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, trying to meet hers. I bit her bottom lip, trying to draw a dot of blood. As I kissed her, with no other goal then achieve her praise, the needier I got. She slowed us down, and broke away, and gently petted my cheek where she hit me.
“Take off the rest of my clothes.” Lyra was already warmed up by now, my place being warm always. I quickly reached down for her jean belt loops.
“No, kneel for me.” I looked in her eyes and confirmed she wasn't fucking around, so I got onto my knees and pulled her jeans down.
“And?”
Still in somewhat of a trance, I pulled down her thong, and let her step out of both clothing items, now completely naked.
She slowly turned away from me and walked out of the bathroom. I didn't know what to do and I was anxious for more, so I just followed her footsteps expectantly. She turned back abruptly, I almost bumped into her.
“I'm glad you knew to follow me. You're so good for me, honey.” She told me, her tone changing from demanding to reassuring.
“I want more.” I told her boldly, half expecting another slap and half expecting another kiss. I got neither, as she sat on the arm of the couch, bringing her leg up and starting to touch herself, wordlessly. I stared for what felt like years, until she, still without needing to say anything, gestured with her hand for me to ‘sit’. I kneeled, hands on my lap, eyes on her, waiting for her instruction.
“I only think about you, how you look underneath me. How beautiful you are when you're scared.” She fought out, getting closer to cumming, fingers fucking in and out of her desperately.
I lost my spell for a moment and moved myself closer, grabbing her wrist forcefully and moving her hand so I could eat her out, and with the same hand she pulled my head by my hair deeper, hungrily working for her praise. She came in my mouth as she mumbled out how fucking good she felt, how perfect I was, how hot I looked on my knees just for her.
After she came down from her short high, still without warning, she backhanded me again, much harder.
“That wasn't one of my instructions.” She said with a big smile on her face.
I smiled back, and said, “punish me for disobeying you.”